Turn Me Down

By Scuare

On On Purpose

Released on February 22, 2014

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[Intro]

Yeah

Turn me up some, or don't


[Verse]

Half awake to this side of me

I try to fuck the world but its dick's been inside of me from birth

Books words crooked

Church cookin' up a vision of the past and it hurts lookin'

So imagine me sittin' in a dark room

Face lit up, but a screen that I talk to

A three piece setup for a dream with a costume

Equipped to kill time, I've been seen in a cartoon

I'm Hobbes livin' life through Calvin

When I swing for the fits, pitch high like Alvin

This time I've counted, I hold it all well

Well belief in God trumps belief in self

I'ma see these nails through my wrist till the end

'Cause I don't need nobody here to die for my sins

I'm half of what I was and 'bout a quarter what I could be

But I smoked another diamond, crucifying this that I could be

A penny for they thoughts, it brought many to the top of top

Heavy's to the drop, I'm not sweating what I've got

Some people holdin' on to work for its esteem

But when your time is a disease, your entertainers reign supreme

So excuse me if I'm skeptical of voodoo

When life is all I got, why would I live it like you do

I spend the early mornings thinkin' how the streets gettin' packed

By work traffic and I ain't even get to sleep yet

In the night, there's no secrets, no light to blind [?]

Survives from dying preset, the [?] reset

The mind turned off the autopilot, roam off the beaten path

I see the track that I could've gone speedin' past

With these signs, I seem to laugh, a heady footy pitter patter

Pick a pattern, any pattern, doesn't matter, it's all the same

End game, pen name stamped onto memories

Temporary emissaries crawling on like centipedes

With no affinity to anything but in the seeds

Within degree, masterfully shrouded by denial

It's like talkin' to a child if you suggest they might be too

Confident in the competence of those they thought the mighty choose

Being conquered by they consciousness, a consequence of cockiness

The price of living happy, who's to calculate the cost of it

Cold nights surround me, they form like a boundary

Hold me in the center, problems orbiting around me

Absorbing an exorbitant amount of what I've found to be

A taxing situation, I ain't nobody I'm proud to be

Turn me up, turn me up now

Man fuck that, turn down